Alright, so I feel a little bad about the lack of smut in this story. I don't know about you guys, but for me, my favourite part of a story I enjoy reading has always been smut! I'm probably just a perv like that, but whatever! So I figured I'd add another chapter so quickly, filled with glorious smut to keep you guys going with the story! Just a thank you for continuing to read it while you could have easily forgotten about it. So I hope everyone enjoys the chapter and don't forget to drop a review!
Not a single human being had seen Gwynne naked other than the moment she was born. She had always been shy with the body the Gods had given her. Most women had hips and breasts and she seemed to lack both of those more than she would have liked to admit. Even when she was merely standing in the presence of a woman who had been blessed with such curves she felt inadequate. And that was when she was fully clothed. She had a hard time believing any man would truly love her, body and soul, due to the things she lacked.
And yet, somehow, Jon had managed to look past all of her flaws and even went so far as to deny their very existence. It made her smile and eased her to relax and finally show herself to the man she loved.
She let him guide her body, relaxing against the soft cushion of the couch beneath her. He had untied her corset and unwrapped her body from the fabric that protected her from the cool wind from the oncoming winter air. She watched him with heavy eyes as he created a trail of kisses down her stomach. Her back arched as he came to a stop between her legs, his warm breath drawing an anxious gasp from her dry lips.
She closed her eyes and felt the heat rush to her face. If he were looking at her, even through the darkness, she was sure he would see the blush spreading across her cheeks. She wanted to cover herself up, to crawl into a ball on the bed and cower underneath all of the sheets piled on it. But her body ached for his touch, his tongue, so desperately that she couldn't even move from the spot.
Jon had never done this before. He was nervous and terrified he wouldn't be able to satisfy her. He had apologized in advance, he had been so worried. But once his tongue reached out for her, all of his nervousness and insecurities seemed to vanish instantly. He heard her moan, felt her body twitch against him, as he continued to taste her.
He put his whole mouth on her, sucking and flicking her with his tongue as he continued to taste her, welcoming her wetness eagerly. He moaned against her, sending vibrations through her entire body. Her fingers dug into his hair, pulling him closer into her body as he continued tracing his tongue around her lips.
He had never once tasted anything quite as glorious as Gwynne. If he died right there, between her legs, he would have died the happiest man in the world.
She moaned his name, over and over, as he quickened his pace, switching back and forth between sucking and licking. Her nails bit so deeply into Jon's skull he was sure she would draw blood. Every twitch, every moan just pushed Jon further and further into the glorious abyss of being with Gwynne.
Silently, he cursed himself for never trying this sooner. How was he supposed to live the rest of his days knowing the way she tasted, knowing the way she moved against his mouth? If the Gods were willing to be merciful, they would let him keep every second as a memory for when he laid his head down at night and pleasured himself.
Gwynne could feel her body reach closer and closer to the edge. She hadn't experienced an orgasm, but she had heard women speak of them. Though, from what she had heard they were harder for women to come by than anything. Many had gone so far as to tell her that she would most likely never lie with a man who was able to please her. But with Jon's mouth working between her legs, she knew they had been wrong.
And just like that, she felt herself being thrown over the edge. She bit down on her lip, trying desperately to muffle the moan bubbling in her throat to avoid being found by anyone. Her back arched, her legs tightened around Jon's head, as she felt herself become overwhelmed by the foreign feeling.
It took a few moments before her body finally relaxed and Jon's eyes looked up to find Gwynne's. She was catching her breath, panting as she lovingly stroked Jon's cheek.
"I want you more than anything else in the world." He whispered to her as he lifted himself up her body. He placed a kiss on her cheek and let out a heavy sigh. "It pains me to think that I can never truly have you."
"Don't think of it like that, Jon. Think of the time we share together." A smile spread across Gwynne's lips as she carefully moved Jon so he was seated. She slowly placed her knees on either side of Jon, straddling his hips as she leaned forward to plant a kiss on his lips.
She reached down to grab Jon's hardness and grip it tightly in her palm. She kept her body forward so her breasts rubbed up and down Jon's chest as her body moved in time with her hand. A groan slipped through Jon's lips as he closed his eyes, imagining Gwynne's body wrapped around him instead of just her hand.
No matter how many times she helped him finish with her hand, in his mind it was always her body. He could see her there, hovering over him as she took him in, stretching out to fit him. She would rock back and forth, her breasts moving in time with the rest of her body, as she found herself reaching another climax with him.
"Gwynne...I'm close." His voice was a hoarse whisper as his warm breath caressed her ear.
She moved faster, imagining him inside of her as she drew him closer and closer to the edge. She felt him twitch in her hand and a moment later he was spilling out between them. She felt the warmth of him allover her hand and listened to the shy of satisfaction that slipped through his lips.
Jon raised a hand and brushed back the loose hair that had fallen over her face. He tucked it behind her ear before pulling her into him for a kiss. The only way he could have been happier was if he had the pleasure of releasing himself inside of her. How beautiful would she be, pregnant with his child? She would be glowing, he knew it. But he also knew it was a risk neither of them could ever take.
Gwynne remained silent as she climbed off of Jon's naked body, reaching for her gown. Jon picked up his breeches and slipped them on without standing up from the couch. He watched her get dressed and felt the guilt take over his mind. He knew it was wrong, he knew he shouldn't have ever been touching her, but when he was alone with her, there was no stopping them. No matter how hard he tried, and by the Gods he had tried, he couldn't stop himself from kissing her.
"Do you have to leave already?" She could hear the sadness lurking in his voice. Getting dressed and leaving him behind had never been her favourite part.
"Jon, I have to prepare for the..." She couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence.
"Wedding." Jon muttered. He got to his feet and scooped up his shirt before throwing it on again. "Your wedding to my brother."
She sighed. If there was something she could do, something to get out of the wedding without leaving anyone feeling betrayed or hurt, she would. But there was no going back from what was about to happen. Not without tearing apart a family and destroying the lives of the only people she'd ever loved.
Gwynne closed the space between them and gave him one last kiss before she would bear the same name as his brother. She gave him a small smile, the best one she could muster up in the moment, and turned to walk away from him.
She spent the next few hours preparing for her wedding day. Her handmaidens came and helped her style her hair while they prepared her wedding gown. She looked into the mirror in front of her and barely recognized the woman staring back at her.
She had been brought up by the Starks, a family with a strong belief in loyalty and honour. She had lived her life by their ethics and beliefs. Somewhere down the road she had strayed from the Starks and found herself living a life torn between two brothers.
Gwynne couldn't find her voice as she walked through the halls of the castle. She found herself at the entrance of the great hall and she clutched the bouquet close to her chest absentmindedly. Her body stiffened, her heartbeat began to flutter inside her chest. She couldn't do this, she couldn't go through with it.
"Gwynne, are you alright? You look pale." The concern was clear on Ned Stark's features.
But she did what was expected of her and smiled, nodding her head to assure him that she was fine. She wrapped one of her arms within Ned's and took a deep breath as the large wooden doors were opened.
All eyes were on her as music began to play from the balcony above them. People stood from their seats with smiles on their faces as Gwynne walked down through the hall on the arm of Lord Stark. She looked up and saw Robb standing at the altar, his eyes never once leaving her. His smile grew as she approached him.
She saw Jon standing behind his half brother and was sure her heart had stopped beating for a brief moment. He kept his eyes down, his hands intertwined with each other as they stayed motionless in front of him. She was several feet away from him but she could still see the sadness on his face as plain as day. Because of her.
Ned finally brought her to the edge of the altar and leaned down to give her a quick kiss on the cheek. He whispered to her in a voice so low no one else would hear. "I promise you that one day, you will truly love my son. I know that a part of you always has. Forget the past, Gwynne, and live in your future." And with that, he was gone to sit beside his lady wife.
Gwynne looked up at the hand Robb held out for her and paused for a moment before she took it. She could see Jon shift his weight uncomfortably the moment she touched Robb's hand as they stood in front of the people of Winterfell. He finally lifted his eyes, only to see Gwynne staring into Robb's. His gaze fell immediately and remained on the ground for the remainder of the ceremony.
The words were spoken and the deed was done. Robb couldn't hide the smile on his face as he leaned forward and pressed his lips against his new wife's.
Gwynne's body jolted awake as she was snapped back to reality. She looked around and saw Jon standing at a broken window, gazing out at the rain as it continued to fall outside of the abandoned house. He looked over his shoulder and gave her a worried look as she struggled to catch her breath.
"Gwynne, are you alright?" He crossed the room and knelt down beside her, resting a hand on her shoulder to try and comfort her.
It was then that she knew what her future was. She couldn't marry Robb.